"We'll be the judge of that," he told her, meaning himself and the doctor. The boss he understood. If she said superficial, it needed medical attention. Just like not being tired much meant she was at the end of a 48-hour day.
"I'll call Damage Control. I'll assume you have an account with them. If you don't, I'll set one up." He put the gun down, out of her reach just in case, and took over the examination. It was quick and thorough. "What about your associates?"
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